An hour and a change of clothes later Greer joined her teammates on a night out on the town, the gaggle of super women having chosen the newest spot in New York to do just that. With pounding music and a throng of dancers at the centre of the dance floor the ladies sat around a lounge table at the Crescent Club. Having slipped into a red dress beforehand Tigra barely registered how it clung to her curves like it was painted on her, pushing up her slightly larger bust and showing off her wide hips and round bottom, the convenient slit hole in the back allowing her tail to poke out and swish happily while she picked at the basket of fried wings she ordered well before getting drinks.
"You OK Greer? I’ve never seen you eat like this before."
Dropping a bone onto a napkin and licking her fingers Tigra just smirked at Natasha before reaching for another. "I’ve just been peckish lately ‘gulp’ besides why aren’t you eating these too? They’re delish!"
Shrugging the ladies looked to each other and joined in, sharing stories of the day and cheering when their drinks finally arrived. The next half hour saw She Hulk heading towards the dancefloor herself with Wasp and Black Widow going to the ladies room to freshen up. All alone Tigra finished off the chicken wings all by herself and swallowed down her drink like it was water. When she dropped her glass on the table she barely heard the seams to her dress pop a stick or two to make room for her growing body, her muscles looked even more defined and her bust threatened to push her top down to make room.
Licking her lips Tigra let the alcohol buzz away in her system, her eyes wandering over to the bar where she caught sight of a handsome gentleman or two with their backs turned.
Licking her lips again she got off her seat and sauntered over…
***
"Groan…"
Slowly raising her head and scratching the tangles out of her hair Greer looked around to find herself in a strange bedroom, looking herself over she found that she was on top of a queen sized bed and completely naked, her red dress ruined and hanging off of a doorknob nearby. On the floor she heard the snores of three men passed out and in the same predicament as she was. "The hell happened last night?"
With all the concentration her hang over impaired mind could muster Greer Grant recalled the events of last night…
"Animal Planet's Wild Safari; Narrated by David Attenborough"
"The North American Tigress is an unusual species of the feline family, although a well proven carnivore she is quite finicky with her appetites even when a broad pallet of prey is set before her. She will only pick those NOT doused in cheap cologne or gelled hair, those she recognises as weak and stringy prey and desires only meat that is more robust and solid. Also they must have a rich and colorful coat of fur, Italian or Spanish designer suits are a sure prey choice since she purposely ignored the one wearing the leather had and tacky gold belt buckle. Having picked out her quarry she stalks him towards the watering pond, sneaking up beside her prey's flank and pinning him there, making great effort to show off her chest in the process to avoid her prey escaping. With a show of force and licking the olive off of his martini for good measure not only has she claimed her prize but two additional prey as a result. Dragging the three away from sight of the rest of the herds drinking or grazing the Tigress finds a suitable den to have her feast… Quite affordable at this part of the city and no questions asked. Throughout the night the American Tigress calls out during her meals, letting the local wildlife know (for many hours) that she is feasting and should not be bothered while the tag is on the door."
"That"ll do brain… That’ll do…"
Getting up Tigra wobbled out of bed, delicately tip toeing her way towards the bathroom to lean against the sink and eye herself at the mirror, what she saw looking back made her whistle in surprise.